My Perfect Eyes, My Dead Classmate

In my past life, a guy from my class who had never spoken to me suddenly started saving a library seat for me.

He said the study cubicles were too hard to book, so he got up at 5:00 AM every day and saved one for me while he was at it.

I figured a free seat was a free seat, so I sat in that exact spot every single day to study for my MCATs.

But ever since I started sitting there, I began getting frequent headaches. My vision deteriorated rapidly, and whenever I tried to read, the words doubled.